Spirit Hours: Invictus Rage
Darkness covers me,
The moon high above me,
Stars shimmer, the glow of the portal,
Broken mind, bitter soul,
Spirit hours calm the flow.
Eyes black, Hazy mind,
Felt the tug of lost souls at my shoulder,
Shrug the shoulder -
Push through the madness,
Hand to the sky, Praise be to thee,
God and Goddess, King and Queen,
They are so blind,
Leaving their truths behind for another man’s lies.
Eyes close, back arched, Head flung back,
The roar you hear is the end of everything you know,
The rage, this rage it only grows,
Spirit hours no longer protect me,
I can feel it growing ever stronger,
This rage, the power converted,
Eyes clear, Mind disfigured -
The static howling through the Ether brings me to my knees.
Broke the code, Spirit battered but not broken,
Six years to heal the wound,
Six years to mend the damage,
Six days to break your faith,
Spirit hours taught me the truth,
Syphoned out the toxic parts of my soul,
Buried me in the dirt to pull that venom out.
Humanity, the tattered remains of a great soul,
The forgotten path of our past leads to our future,
The ebb and flow of the Ether,
See the image of your face carried in the clouds,
Know the days only repeat,
As the leaf falls and dies again it shall rise,
From the cradle to the grave to the cradle again,
The voice of our kin eternal within us,
Remember we are all but family that just has not been introduced,
Follow your path, know your kings, all our flaws built into them.